Dazai's Cross-World Help

The world consciousness is silent.

He understood that this had something to do with their joking decision.

Dazai doesn't trust them, or rather, the skeptical Dazai doesn't trust anyone.

But this is already an extremely safe means.

Dazai opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a black figure squatting on the bank across the river.He had already felt that the direct gazes from the people on the shore were not malicious, but pure curiosity and doubt.

He didn't care.

He just quietly stood up from the river, dragged his heavy body and walked slowly towards the bank.

"You've come out, do you want me to give you a hand?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.

Dazai raised his head and looked at the other party.

The large and ill-fitting dark windbreaker was put on the young man, and the too long hem was dragged on the ground mercilessly. Even the shirt inside was crumpled, and there were some snack residues. He was wearing a shoulder bag that didn't match his clothes, but the other party obviously didn't care about it, he just bit the candy in his mouth, opened his emerald green eyes, and said firmly:

"you know me."

Yes, Dazai knew the other party, he never thought that the person observing him on the shore would be Ranpo Edogawa.

But it's not impossible.

Edogawa Ranpo is the core figure of the Armed Detective Agency, and the purpose of the Armed Detective Agency was to protect him.

And now, before the Armed Detective Agency was established, it was normal for Mr. Ranpo, who didn't know how to take care of himself, to appear on the shore in a mess.

"It's strange, you know me very well, but we don't..." In the middle of speaking, Luanbu seemed to think of something, the light in his eyes dimmed because of curiosity, he pursed his lips, and asked what he was squatting on. The question I want to ask here.

"Why, you committed suicide even though you knew you couldn't die?" Luanbu was very confused, he could tell that the wet mafia in front of him knew him.

He knew that the other party was really asking for death, but at the same time he knew that he couldn't die.

Too contradictory, this man.

Luanbu couldn't figure out why when he was desperately living, there would be people who couldn't die and wanted to die.

Maybe this person can solve his doubts?

With this in mind, Ranpo has been waiting on the shore until now.

Dazai, who walked to the shore, shook Da Da's wet hair, and replied casually, "In order to be closer to death."

"Why do you have to be close to death?" Ranbu didn't get the answer he wanted, and continued to ask with some reluctance. His tone was a little eager, as if he was desperately grabbing something.

"Live to find out why?" Dazai gave a short laugh, and stretched out his hand to the man who was still squatting there with confused eyes.

"Shall I give you a hand?"

"Don't!" After squatting for too long, the blood supply to the legs was insufficient, and Luanbu, who was numb, simply sat on the ground.

Dazai sighed in his heart, and then sat on the ground. Mr. Ranpo's current living place is very bad, and it can even be said to be a mess, which is obvious.He didn't expect that the most influential person after the fusion of the world would be Mr. Ranpo. It seems that he must find an opportunity to arrange for him to meet President Fukuzawa.

It was dark.

Under the illumination of street lamps, the shadows of the two on the river bank were infinitely elongated.

Dazai, who has a clear understanding of the law and order in Yokohama at night: "It's already late, isn't Mr. Ranpo planning to go back?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He found that the other party has a very high tolerance for him, and he also knows that his chaos has become more relaxed from the rigidity at the beginning. These are some small skills he has mastered in the past two years. , it is best to talk less when facing people you don't know, and don't talk about your thoughts with others at length.

"I'm lost."

Ranpo dug out a bag of mochi from his satchel, tore open the package, hesitated for a moment, squeezed out one and handed it to Dazai.

Luanbu rarely gives his food to others, and those who don't like it don't count.

"Sorry, I don't eat sweets." Noticing that this is not the brand Mr. Ranpo likes, Dazai smiled slightly.

Hearing Dazai's refusal, Ranpo wasn't angry at all, instead he stuffed the mochi into his mouth in a good mood.

It was just being polite.

Luanbu actually couldn't understand why he had to pass his own food to others and pretend to be generous, but everyone around him told him that he should do this.

He should share his things, he should learn to know his way by tram, he should learn to take care of himself and not bother others...

Thinking of the people around him, the corners of Luanbu's mouth that had just turned up were pursed again, and his emerald green eyes showed a bit of gloom in the shadow cast by the light.

A person's character is created by his own experiences.

What will life be like after Edogawa Ranpo who did not meet Fukuzawa Yukichi at the age of 14?

This result is now in front of Dazai.

The two of them didn't say anything more, just sat quietly on the bank of the river, looking at the sparkling river.The atmosphere between them was unexpectedly harmonious, and there was only the sound of chattering and eating snacks in the air.

Until a burst of angry footsteps broke the peace between the two.

"Edogawa! Have I told you many times? Remember to take your mobile phone with you when you go out!!" The yellow-haired boy who hurried over vented his anger at Luanbu who was sitting on the ground leisurely eating snacks.

After he finished speaking, he saw Dazai, who was also sitting on the ground with his whole body wet, opened his mouth to say something more, but was interrupted by chaotic steps.

"Likou, I advise you to take back what you want to say." Ranbu stood up, and unceremoniously stuffed the finished snack bag into the hand of the yellow-haired boy.

"I've said it all, I'm not Likou!" The boy who was called by the wrong name resisted the urge to throw the garbage in his hand on Luanbu's head.

It's like this again, it's like this every time, he acts on his own, never listens to others, and can't even remember their names correctly. If it wasn't for the need for this kid's ability, he wouldn't do this kind of hard work Unflattering thing.

The young man looked at Luanbu angrily, the ability to see through everything at a glance, what else could it be except supernatural powers?

Ranpo's expression remained unchanged, ignoring the boy's resentment, and casually said, "Hirota? Yamashita? Juhiro? It doesn't matter anymore."

They're just a bunch of idiots anyway.

"You haven't told me what your name is." Ranbu looked at Dazai who had been expressionless since the yellow-haired boy arrived.

"Dazai, Dazai rule."

Looking at the backs of Ranpo and the yellow-haired boy leaving, Dazai's eyes were deep: "Another sheep..."

Cushman & Wakefield.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lao Baigan started the live broadcast on time. People who had been waiting for a long time poured into the live broadcast room, swiping all kinds of bullet screens.

"Good morning." Lao Baigan cheered up and greeted the camera.

[The Immortal Cultivation Party stated that they have been staying up until now, and they are waiting to see the face slapped. ]

[It's not easy for the night owl Lao Baigan to get up early. ]

[Wait, isn't Lao Baigan at home now? ]

[Is this outside? ] Noticing that the background behind Lao Baigan was different from the past, fans posted barrage to ask their doubts.

"I found it. I purposely moved the camera closer in order to give you a surprise." Seeing that the audience had discovered him, Lao Baigan no longer hid himself, and zoomed out from the live broadcast so that the audience could clearly see where he was. .

[This is going to the beach overnight by car, right? ]

[Didn't you mean the live broadcast of holographic games?Why is the host at the beach? ]

[I recognized it!Isn't this the harbor side of Yokohama in "Bungo Dog"? ]

[I recognized it too!Those five black pillars in the back are the Port Mafia building, right? ]

[Isn't this a holographic simulation? ]